Island of Horror

Dead Water

The car was sinking. Water was filling my lungs fast through the now broken window, which didnt help me much due to my severe claustrophobia. I was thrashing for dear life, which actually made my situation worse due to the extreme current the sinking car was making.

After I had cut my arms and legs on the broken window of the car, I managed to escape. Small amounts of blood and tears mixed with the murky and muddy water. I had to think twice whether I was in a dream or not. I sure hoped so! I hoped it all was a really bad nightmare so I can run and cry to Macy about it later. But no, Macy was now dead and I came close.

I gasped for air as I once again bobbed in the water, trying to recover from the events that had just happened. My mind was thinking too fast, my heart was beating too fast, but my body was too slow! I needed to get out of here! The canals were severely cold for this time of year, which was late September. I would guess that the water was at least forty degrees, which also had a factor in my panic.

I finally swam to the nearest land, crawling to a small trunk of a tree for support as I tried desperately to stay silent. I heard nothing but local stray dogs howling at my rustling sounds. I now vowed to myself that I would never trust any man again.

Wait, why am I saying this now? Why am I focused on men? I need to be focused on finding somewhere safe! I finally caught my raspy breath, daring to take more steps in order to find some type of shelter.

I ran. I didn't care if I had no lung power to fuel myself. I just ran. I would rather recover in a safe place rather than stopping and hoping to hide safely from a killer.

It felt as if I were running for hours when dawn washed over the vacant trees. It was beautiful, but so terrifying at the same time. Mexico had my mind swirling. It had the beauty in nature, but the horror in some of the people. But the place I wound up was far more terrifying than I could ever imagine. I thought a place like this never existed..

The Island of the Dolls.

My worst fear was now facing me, along with thousands of other pairs of eyes on the island. Dirt caked their innocently devilish faces as they were once in a child's bedroom. They were weathered and tarnished from years of exposure. I wanted to turn around and run back to the murderer rather than staying here with my worst nightmare.

My nerves were rattling at their sight. I didn't know what it was about my fear of dolls. They're chunks of plastic that have no life in them! How could a child's play toy be seen as something evil? That's a question to many of us, for some, it will never be answered.

I felt a thick presence surrounding me as I knew that every single pair of eyes were watching every inch of my movement. I wanted to scream as loud as the wind would carry. My attention shrouded around every one of these dolls as if I were preparing for one of them to attack me. As I now had the courage to explore the premises, I came across a couple of sheds that were filled with dolls. If I had to stay here for a night, I'd rather sleep outside!

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-"Bro, I really don't want to do this." A very nervous Zak Bagans admitted.

-"You'll be fine!" Aaron soothed, "Now you know how I feel when you send me alone!" He laughed.

Zak knew that Aaron was joking, but Aaron had a severe phobia of spiders, which he overcame quickly after a number of investigations, but the size of the spider varied. As for Zak, however, he would never overcome his fear of dolls. He wasn't scared or nervous when it came to the dolls that were made scary-looking, but the nice, porcelain dolls gave him the chills, especially the ones that sang a high-pitched tune and talked.

-"Aaron, we're not going to the Island of the Spiders, are we?" Zak replied, still nervous as they drove closer to their designated city in Mexico - Xochimilco.

Aaron shook his head with a chuckle at Zak's scared sarcasm, but he felt sorry for his friend as he prepared mentally for Zak to be glued to his hip the entire investigation.

-"We're here!" Jay announced excitedly as Aaron turned on the camera to capture their arrival. Zak grew impatient as all he wanted to do was investigate, then leave.

And forget.

-"Welcome to Xochimilcho!" The translator smiled, "I'll be your tour guide and translator, is there any questions before we take off?" He asked.

-"I do have one," Zak said as the translator turned his attention toward him, "How far away is this island?"

-"About an hour by boat." He answered as Zak nodded his head as he looked around in curiosity, seeing a taxi car being fished out of the canal closeby.

-"That looks like a nasty wreck!" Aaron said.

-"Apparently a car accident happened in the middle of the night." The translator replied, looking rather confused as well.

-"Is everyone okay?" Jay asked.

-"As far as I know. Two of the passengers are missing." He explained.

-"The dolls probably took them." Aaron joked as he nudged Zak's elbow.

-"Shut up bro!" Zak demanded in fright as he was tempted to go back to the states.

He did not want to step foot on this island.